The Real Truth About Everything.

Three months Later.

Saira's Pov.

It has been three months since Azaan told me that I cheated on him with Fahd when nothing happened between us.

I am living in a different city, trying to get my life back together. I ended up telling my parents everything that happened between Azaan and me.

They were more hurt by Azaan but I asked them never to forsake their friendship with Aunt Hayat and Uncle Aayan as they have been friends before we got married.

"I am sorry baby. Your father might never see you. But that doesn't mean you are not wanted, my precious. You have aunts, uncles, and grandparents who will spoil you to the point of making me mad. They will love you more than anyone except me", I caress my three-month baby bump.

I am thankful to my parents, Iman, Azhar, and both of Azaan's parents for being there for me when I need them.

I haven't heard from Azaan ever since he told me that he would send the divorce papers to my parents and yet I haven't received them.

I don't know what he is waiting for. If he is waiting for me to come back to him then he is very much mistaken.

I don't what to know anything about him but I will have to tell him about my baby when he/she is born. If he wants to know her/him that will be up to him not me.

But for now, I have to do what's best for me and my baby.

Azaan's Pov.

"Regret comes when you least expected, Azaan. And don't go back to her and begging her to come back to you......"

"Why can't I forget this words that mamma said to me?", I murmured to myself.

I needed to investigate what happened between Fahd and Saira.

For my peace of mind.

And to get back my parents' respect.

I called the only person I trust to help me get to the bottom of this.

"I need your help, Sameer", I tell him on the phone. I then explained to him everything that I needed to be done and I will send him the pictures that I have of Fahd and Saira.

"I will get to it now. You can send everything through the email. And I will get your results by the end of the day. In shaa Allah", he tells me.

I thanked him and then hung up the phone.

Sameer owns a private investigator company that is very well-known to everyone. 

All I have to do now is to wait for the results. But why do I feel that whatever is happening might be the end of Saira and me?

Why can't I shake this feeling that whatever has happened it's all her fault, Faryal?

A mother knows best, Azaan. Always remember that.

"She is pregnant"

She is pregnant"

"Why did I let Faryal ruin the best thing that has ever happened to me?".

"Because you didn't trust Saira that's why. Dear brother, you needed to trust your wife as she has never let you down", a voice tells me.

I look up to see Azhar who was standing at the door of my bedroom.

"I am not here to lecture you, brother. I am here to inform you that mamma wants you and she sent me to come and get you", he tells me. As I was about to ask him why. "I don't know why. You just come", he added.

"But first get dressed", he says laughing at my attire.

I shook my head and went to the bathroom to take a shower and then get dressed.

"Okay, let's go", I tell my brother who just shakes his head. He knows that when Mamma calls I drop everything just for her and come rushing to her no matter what I was doing.

She is more important than anything in my life. Always.

I didn't know what she wanted to talk about with me, but I know that it could be very important that she even asked Azhar to come and get me.

"Don't worry, mamma is just worried about you. She needs to see you. As her favorite son", he begins to tease me.

I couldn't help but shake my head at him.

"Azhar, I am not..."

"We both know you are, brother. Don't worry, I am not even least jealous of you. I know that mamma and dad love us all equally. Besides, I won't be that person who gets jealous of my own brother", he says chuckling.

My siblings tease me for being a mamma's boy. I never felt bad when they said it.

As we all know it is true.

When we arrived home, I was beyond nervous about what to happen when I went through the door.

"Calm down, brother. It is nothing bad", he says winking at me as he walks into the house.

Taking a deep breath and then walked in the door which was already opened by Azhar.

I could hear voices but I couldn't make out what they were saying until I got into the living room.

"Here he is. Sit down Azaan. We are here to discuss the divorce documents you had sent to Saira's parents. Did you want them to send them to Saira. They will do it now", mamma tells me as soon as she saw me walking in.

She didn't even wait for me to greet them.

But what she said confused me as I never sent anything to her parents.

"But mamma...."

"Don't worry, Hayat. I will take the papers and send them to her as soon as I can", Aunt Sameera tells her while looking at me.

"Is that what you want Azaan? Then why don't you sign them and then send them?"

"But I didn't send any papers anywhere, mamma. I was busy...."

Mamma didn't even look at me she just got up and walked away from where I was.

"Dad, aunt I never send anything to you. I don't know who send it. I was busy helping my friend Sameer in looking for Shyra. That's it", I explain to them.

"Azaan, the one who needs your explanations is Hayat. Go to her, son", dad tells me.

He was right. I got up and went to look for her. I found her in the rose garden.

The same rose garden that Dad and I had planted for her. It was the same one that she got angry at him for making us play in the rain.

"Mamma, I promise you that I didn't send the divorce papers. I will tell you the same thing I told dad. I was busy helping Sameer look for Shyra. He is worries about her....."

I kneeled beside her and took her hand with mine.

"Mamma I am sorry. Please forgive your prince", I tell her.

"I know, my prince but what you did was wrong. She didn't deserve the way you treated especially now that she is pregnant with your baby and my grandchild," she tells me with tears in her eyes. "No woman deserves that from her husband. The same husband who had asked for forgive him when he did something stupid even though she didn't have to", she added putting her hands on my face.

"I don't know what to believe, mamma. You should have seen the pictures that they sent...."

"You should have talked to her instead of throwing her out like that. There's always Photoshop as Iman said. Try and find her. And find the truth about what really happened. Then you can say what you want," she tells me.

That's what I am planning on doing, mamma. I pray and hope the truth will come out and I will go after her. I hope that she can forgive me.

My baby.

Tears fall down my face when I think about our baby. The baby that I denied in front of my family.

I hope that the truth comes out soon and I will go and get my wife back.